Hollow mind
Whenever I
reminisce
My eyes
barely blink
Even when
it makes no sense
It rocks my
hollow mind
Is this
what they call soul searching?
Waking in
the darkest hors of the night,
Nightmares
that leave me mind bleeding
Is it coz I
never question what I believe in?
But it’s
true what they say
Reality is
hard to swallow
And every
one is fighting their own unique battle
Whatever
the case
They can’t
touch my borne marrow
-End-
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